Cruel Colours of War

©Lozan Yamolky 

No longer green are our trees.

No longer do our walls,

windows and doors have colour.

No longer are our skies blue

– not even our flesh is natural!

The wind stopped blowing away

the smoke that chokes the breath,

cool breezes and fresh air

abandoned our land.

Birds flew away

and just like the children,

stopped filling our days

with lively flow,

joy in the air,

laughter that made us smile

and songs that made our souls joyfully dance inside.

The wars have silenced us,

stolen our smiles

and painted us all 

with the gray and cruel colours of war.

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